Carry On! A Story of the Fight for BagdadStrang, Herbert
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Carry On! A Story of the Fight for Bagdad
Strang, Herbert
World War, 1914-1918 -- Campaigns -- Iraq -- Juvenile fiction
"Nay, that is for our chief to order," replied the man. "What if you
are some paltry horse-thief that has taken the name of Yusuf the
boatman with some evil design? Your dress is rather that of a
camel-driver than of a boatman."
"Truly your chief has faithful servants. So be it, then, until his
eyes fall upon me."
Something less than an hour later, a small party of horsemen was seen
in the distance, approaching at speed. One of them had a led horse.
In a few minutes Rejeb rode up at the head of his men.
"Peace be with you!" he cried, springing from his horse, and coming
towards Burnet with an eager light in his eyes. "This is a day of
rejoicing. But what is this? Your hands are bound!"
"Your servant here kept me faithfully bound until assured that I am
what I said I was."
"Mashallah! Loose him at once," he cried to the man. "Know that this
is the brother of whom I told you, saying that he had saved my life,
and that I and my people are bounden to him for ever. And now, my
brother, mount this horse that I have brought for you: that horse the
messenger rode was weary and famished and is being well cared for."
He put no questions to Burnet, treating him as a guest who had been
expected. The horsemen rode off, Rejeb commanding the unmounted party
to follow as rapidly as they could. During the ride there was little
conversation between Rejeb and Burnet, though the latter guessed from
the young chief's manner that he either had important news to give, or
expected to hear something of importance.
After about half an hour's easy trot they came in sight of extensive
ruins on a mound surrounded by swamp, and as they drew nearer to them,
Burnet wondered how the stronghold, if this it was, could be
approached, for it appeared to be completely encircled by wide expanses
of water, broken here and there by areas of mud or reeds. Presently,
however, they came to a broad wady that must in ancient times have been
one of the major irrigation works of the district. Here the party fell
into single file, and Rejeb, apologising for riding in front of his
guest, led the way along the narrow embankment of the channel. At
intervals the embankment was intersected by smaller wadys: these the
horsemen waded through.
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